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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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VIII
THE
VOICE
IN
THE
NIGHT
AND
THE
BIG
TRACK
IN
THE
MORNING
One
night
late
in
September
after
the
last
streak
of
light
was
gone
from
the
west
and
the
Coyotes
had
begun
their
yapping
chorus,
a
deep,
booming
sound
was
heard.
King
took
out
his
pipe,
turned
his
head
and
said:
"That's
him--that's
old
Billy.
He's
been
watching
us
all
day
from
some
high
place,
and
now
when
the
guns
are
useless
he's
here
to
have
a
little
fun
with
us."
Two
or
three
Dogs
arose,
with
bristling
manes,
for
they
clearly
recognized
that
this
was
no
Coyote.
They
rushed
out
into
the
night,
but
did
not
go
far;
their
brawling
sounds
were
suddenly
varied
by
loud
yelps,
and
they
came
running
back
to
the
shelter
of
the
fire.
One
was
so
badly
cut
in
the
shoulder
that
he
was
useless
for
the
rest
of
the
hunt.
Another
was
hurt
in
the
flank--it
seemed
the
less
serious
wound,
and
yet
next
morning
the
hunters
buried
that
second
Dog.
The
men
were
furious.
They
vowed
speedy
vengeance,
and
at
dawn
were
off
on
the
trail.
The
Coyotes
yelped
their
dawning
song,
but
they
melted
into
the
hills
when
the
light
was
strong.
The
hunters
searched
about
for
the
big
Wolf's
track,
hoping
that
the
Hounds
would
be
able
to
take
it
up
and
find
him,
but
they
either
could
not
or
would
not.
They
found
a
Coyote,
however,
and
within
a
few
hundred
yards
they
killed
him.
It
was
a
victory,
I
suppose,
for
Coyotes
kill
Calves
and
Sheep,
but
somehow
I
felt
the
common
thought
of
all:
"Mighty
brave
Dogs
for
a
little
Coyote,
but
they
could
not
face
the
big
Wolf
last
night."
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